I curl my fingers around his thick shape, my heart tightening in my chest as I realize that not only is he big, he’s also insanely thick; it feels like he stuffed a large can of coke inside his pants. How in the world is such a cock going to fit inside my pussy? I can barely grab it using just one hand!
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he says, reading the worry in my eyes. “Well, I’ll try.” He pushes me back then, one hand still on my waist and the other going to my nape, tangling his long fingers in my hair. He only stops when my back is against the wall, his body pressed against mine. I keep my hand on his crotch, my fingers tightly curled around his hard cock and—gasp—it seems even bigger than before now.
“No,” I find myself saying, and he arches one eyebrow at that. “Don’t be gentle,” I continue, tightening my fingers around his cock and grinning wildly. I’m with Danny Manning right now; being gentle with him would just be a waste, don’t you think? I want him to be as wild and fierce as he’s on the field—perhaps even more.
“If that’s what you want,” he whispers, yanking on my hair and forcing my head back, “then that’s what you’ll get.” He lays his mouth on my neck, kissing in a straight line until his lips are on mine again. Pushing his way inside my mouth with his tongue, his kiss grows fiercer and savage, the hand he has on my waist going down until it meets the hemline of my dress.
Moving his hand under my dress, he slides it up until his fingers are brushing against my inner thighs, my pussy so wet that I can already feel my thong sticking to my skin. With a sudden movement, he flattens the palm of his hand right between my thighs, his long fingers pressing against my wetness as I gasp.
“Oh, God,” I breathe out, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes. He starts rubbing my pussy with slow teasing strokes, and my hips start moving by instinct, grinding against his open hand.
“You’re a mess down here,” he whispers, leaning in and brushing his full lips against my ear. “I like that… I like that a lot.”
“I bet you do,” I manage to say, a sudden burst of confidence filling me. “But you’ll like it even more.”
“Is that so?” he whispers again, pressing harder against my pussy and making me gasp once more. “Now you’ve made me curious…” Trailing off, he takes his hand off of my pussy and starts kissing my neck. His lips go down to my cleavage and, grabbing at the straps of my dress, he pulls them down my arms. Pushing the fabric down, he only stops when my dress is bunched up around my waist.
I reach for his hair and, grabbing it, I pull him into me. He doesn’t fight back, allowing his mouth to fly straight to between my tits. He kisses me in the valley between my breasts, sliding both his hands up my back until he finds the clasp of my bra. With a quick flick of his fingers, he unhooks it, and then pushes the straps down my arms.
“Much better,” he grins, his eyes focused on my tits as he lets the bra float down to the floor. Without allowing me enough time for a response, he dives into me once more. His lips go over the curve of my right breast, closing in on my hard nipple. Using only his tongue, he starts circling it, driving me completely mad. I grab his hair fiercely, forcing him to move his mouth straight to my nipple but, this time, he resists me.
“Patience is a virtue, you know?” he says, looking up at me with that maddening grin of his. Finally, though, he flicks his tongue against my hard rosy tip and I let out out one quivering moan. Moving fast now, he wraps his lips around my nipple and starts sucking harder, battering against my aching tip with the tip of his tongue. With his free hands he squeezes my right breast, my skin burning up as I succumb to the touch of his fingers. “You’re delicious,” he whispers, pulling back from my kiss and looking at me in the eye. “But I want to taste the main course,” he continues, slowly going down on his knees. My heart almost explodes as I realize what he has in mind.
“It’s all yours,” I tell him, my voice heavy and full of lust. Without bothering to push my dress down, he slides his two hands under the fabric and then hikes it up to my waist. Without even giving me enough time to prepare myself for what’s about to happen, he just dives into me, and presses his open mouth against the drenched fabric of my thong.
I arch my back and, without even knowing what the hell I’m doing, I lift one leg up and place it over his shoulder. With my pussy now perfectly angled, Danny starts sucking on me with such an eagerness that you’d say he’s the one who's star struck, not me. My skin prickles as I feel his lips on me, my thong the only barrier between us, and I can barely believe how good it feels.